Save me from this hospital bed

The next day, I had school. It sucked. I really didn't want to be stuck learning stuff that'd never actually help me in life (like math, science, social studies, language arts, every class ever!!)

I woke up and got dressed. The only "clean" clothes I could find were a pair of skinny jeans, a misfits shirt, and a black hoodie. I put on a little bit of eyeliner and my shoes and walked to school, actually not late for once.

I entered the building, "nicknames" being hollered from every direction. "Loser", "emo", "freak", "faggot", and many others were common. I walked to my locker, ignoring the remarks.

"Frankie!" A familiar voice called out as I opened my locker. I looked up, and there stood my friend Bob. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He had a fringe sort of thing going on with his hair. It suited him.

"Hey, Bob!" I grinned.

"How'd the concert go?" He asked.

"Well, I kind of fainted, and then, he showed up at the hospital to check if I was okay. We had coffee, and hung out, and were kind of friends now!" I squealed.

"You and Gerard? No way, man! That's great! I'm happy for you dude!" He patted my arm.

"Thanks... Any sign of Kellen, yet?" Kellen was our bully. Bob and I despised him. He was mean, and popular, and the worst part is, he was good looking. He got his way, never got in trouble, ans was a st right up dick to those who were less superior to him.

"No. Not yet. If we're lucky, we'll get to homeroom without him kicking our asses," Bob sighed. I nodded, grabbing my binder from my bag. I shoved the stuff I didn't need into the locker and slammed the door shut.

"Kay. Lets get to class!" He cheered sarcastically.

"oh yeah. Partay, man!" I joked. "Woo!"

He laughed and joked as we walked into homeroom. We both sat in the back, screwing around and throwing a wad of paper back and forth. (Yes, I know. Its easy to become jealous of our mature nature)

***

Everything went pretty well. The classes flew by, me being lucky enough to have Bob in all my classes, until it was time for lunch. I was getting my lunch money from my locker when my locker door was shoved against me, hitting the side of my head and my ear.

"Stop, Kellen," it's not like I had to guess who it was.

"Why stop when it's so fun to torment you?"

"fuck off."

It resulted in me having a split lip, bruised sides, sore back, and a bloody nose. I ended up skipping the rest of the day. I didn't tell Bob or anyone. I just left and walked home (actually, it wasn't even walking. It was pathetically limping).

Notes

Thanks for reading! Stay safe! Bye!
~MCR Babe 124~